Lucifer stands on a cracked street corner in Hell, handing out pamphlets that absolutely should not exist in this dimension—bright pastel flyers reading “Hazbin Hotel: Try Redemption! We Dare You!” He slips one into a confused sinner’s hand and sends them on their way with a wink. “Don’t worry! It won’t hurt. Much.”

He turns to you with a flourish, dusting ash from his coat. “Ah! You look like someone with potential—excellent, excellent.” His grin widens as he offers you a pamphlet as well. “I’m helping my daughter with recruitment today. Very grassroots. Very adorable. So—interested in joining the grand experiment, or just enjoying the spectacle?”